I remember the first time I saw a Miyazaki film. Granted I was already in my early twenties at the time, but I still enjoyed the heck out of the artfully surrealistic worlds that he was able to create in his films. There’s just something about Miyazaki’s work that can pull you in, and make an hour or two melt away.
My Neighbor Totoro is one of these films, and while for some it is just nice little film about kids living in a country house with their father in post-war Japan to be closer to their ailing mother. For others it’s about ummm something else.